Dying/broken/forgiven.... now I begin

Born: 17-06-56....gemini.... monkey
re-born: 3-09-80
born again\found: 14-04-08
other notable dates: 10-03-68; 03-09-87; 23-03-96;
1-05-98; 31-01-02; 5-04-04

Interests: movement, stressed/transgressive embodiment, lived experience (body\space\time\relation)
expression ( word, dance, text, image, story, music, poetics)
learning, yielding......

Hopes for the blog:
offer up the wild intersectedness of lived experience and engage others in creative, expressive, perhaps irreverant, hopefully playful, and respectful encounters....
enact kindness
create moments of pause for disclosure, discovery, stillness

Monday, May 13, 2019



The howling began with sounds and syllables, at first
only a buzz
responding at an elemental level to a terrifying felt sense

then, the words and phrases, wailing
axes off kilter
scrabbling and frantic tumbling 
swirling sickening confusion
tilt a whirling 
a perfect storm
a tear in the fabric
a poet is dead

his sweet wordplay lingers and murmurs
stays with me (us)
I (we) breathe gratitude
 I (we) breathe relief for his reprieve
and  I (we) grieve
this magnificent loss
no one else is 
Carl Leggo

wondering about his grand-daughter's three syllable name.... 

the howling began with sounds and syllables
wondering, I am wondering
(my) vertigo at a fever pitch 
sliding off the table of the world 
still here, 
rocked by the randomness of who dies
in the arms of this wild devouring bramble beast
and who lives

Sunday, February 24, 2019


The dragon is sleeping
she will awaken. 
Then, we will journey together

REMISS I on... a cloud
 of joy
and hope
there are words 
to write the carnal bedrock 
of living with....
of dwelling with
this dragon 

as I steal and lean on another's 
lovely words
proud to be a thief 
who knows she needs 
First, you make the beast beautiful.